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My name? Well my name is not important, but I will tell you how I got my name. My great great great grand dad was in one of the wars, I don't know which one. Maybe it was the independence war, maybe it was some little skirmish, I dunno. Anyways, he saw a lot of deaths around him except for one person. He refused to fight but was in the army. His parent's made him. But on this fight, a normal little shitty battle, my grand dad was wounded and this guy risked his life to save him. He thought it was brave and ironic, and they ran away together from the army. Became life long friends, but the guy died because the army finally got him and killed him for abandonment. So my grand grand grand pop named his first born after him to remind the family of friends and futility of war, without it this family would be nothing. The name carried on to me, so there's like 5 of us. I'm the 5th. Darkly ironic since every one of us became some sort of army person or police guy. Except me that is. My parents thought it would be super funny to stick it to my grandparents by naming me this name. Since my mom was the black sheep of the family. She knew the story and told me the story every chance she got. Just to remind me to keep the original purity of the name, not to basterdize it like my ancestors.

So we're back to 1980's. I haven't even gotten to when I was born and little. I was a cute little motherfucker. Everyone would pinch my cheeks and give me chocolate. And I was the oldest, my sister was 2 years away, my brother 4 years away. I had some time in the limelight and I enjoyed it....you're believing this aren't you? Hahaha. I mean who remembers when they were 2 and stuff? Except from the things you see in pictures you problaby don't remember until maybe 5 or 7. I remember my panache on all things cars, and I remember riding around in my bike, but that's it. I don't fucking remember when I was bloody 2. My parents say I was super cute, which always is followed by a "and now look at you. What happened?" which they always find super hilirious and laugh out loud. I saw pictures and I'm pretty sure I was cute. I guess I was a chick magnet. But aren't all babies are.

Well ok let's get to when I can remember, or to when it gets interesting. My parents who took up the lower class lifestyle so my mom could run away from the policia (my grandpop), so we were poor for a bit. Not like sleeping on cardboard poor, but we were run down. We lived in this tiny, tiny apartment with barely anything to eat. And since it was three, it was hard. Imagine what happened to when my sister was born.

Anyways, I got shitty little things for Christmas, and I had to survive off the church christmas toy. That was the one good toy I got for the year. I could play with a stick though. A child's imagination is it's only toy. Especially when it's like 30 degrees outside and it's way too hot to stay inside and play "videogames" and stuff. Make a ball out of old rags, and have a game. With my buds, I don't even remember them now. I never complained in Christmas, well I might've complained, but never to the point where I made my pops feel guilty. Well that I remember anyways.

I knew my parents didn't have much, and I knew that kids in school laughed at me because my shoes were falling apart, and that when my parents picked me up it was in a shitty Peugeut. But I was never short on friends. That's the good thing (if there is a good thing) of being poor in Chile, there was a lot more poor people just like you. So if those rich assholes picked on you, there was always a bunch of poor but fit people waiting to kick some ass. It was different in Canada, but we're not there yet. Also when you were that age, you just accepted things. I never got good Christmas presents, so what. I lived in a shitty house, so what. I only realized how shitty the situation was when I was much older and we were much better. It was all luck really that us three would survive and live a full life.

What's that you're saying? How did my parents get together? Well that has to do with luck too. So RELAX will ya.